In the crouching darkness alone
I deep my fingers down the rotting wounds
So lonely this soul has been hurt
I, unveiling the cuts I hide under the veil of my fake smile
I sit and look at the gushing blood flowing out of my veins
Someone’s son was tortured tonight
And in the silence alone aboard I open my eyes
To see the wreckage of a sinking ship
The anchor floating underneath tow less
The crew has left, the captain is alone
Fear is overtime, death starts to look inviting
So to myself I whisper
The only truth left to say
The only truth I wish I’d master enough courage to say to you
And so to myself I speak the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem